Blog Tour - The Equalizers: Hell Yeah! by Sable Hunter & Ryan O'Leary

Soulmates. Twin souls. Two people destined to be together. Their journey to love is never an easy one, but when they meet - their hearts beat only for one another.

Kyle Chancellor is a hero, an honest to God hero. After winning the Heisman, he turns down a lucrative career as a professional football player to fight in Afghanistan. Not many know he enlisted because his heart was broken. When his time is up, Kyle comes home to form the Equalizers with the members of former Seal Team 7, they band together to fight battles for those who cannot fight for themselves.

Hannah Montenegro is a woman who has sacrificed her life to help her family, never knowing the joys and freedom a young girl should enjoy. She lives in constant fear of being discovered in a country where she has no citizenship and no hope for the future.

But fate has a plan...the night Kyle comes back to Texas, they meet in a bar where he is drowning his sorrows and she is spreading her wings to learn how to fly. From the moment they touch, the heat between them is undeniable. But unfortunate circumstances separate them and neither dares dream they will see one another again.

Kyle is from a powerful Texas family. Because of his work with the Equalizers, his stance on stem-cell research and internet security, he is the only one surprised to find the people of the Lone Star state want him to run for Governor. Many get behind him, including the McCoys. But the one person he wants at his side eludes him.

Hannah is always on his mind. From the beginning their relationship is complicated, but when she comes back into his life, he grabs onto her with both hands. Politics, a sex tape, immigration issues and a baby complicates their pathway to happiness. But Kyle is the Thunderbird and Hannah is his soulmate in the truest sense of the word. Their journey to love is one you'll never forget.

A modern day Cinderella story with a twist...

**Excerpt**

Before he could answer or they could absorb the significance of their shared vision, the skies opened up above them and rain came pouring down. Kyle pulled Hannah’s hand over his arm and they raced back up the hill toward the house and stood on the front steps watching the rain wash down in sheets. A bolt of lightning split the sky and a thunderclap followed.

Her admission of having the Thunderbird dream had floored him before and now he had no doubt, she was the ‘one’. This was absolute proof as far as he was concerned, and the information had Kyle’s mind racing. The significance overwhelmed him. He felt like he was face to face with his destiny and Kyle was compelled to fall on one knee and propose. But it was too soon…so they’d play instead.

“Ruin a perfectly good day? We’ll see about that. I’ll have you know any day you spend with me is a good day.” Kyle said and lunged for her.

Hannah spun away and ran for the front door. She pulled it closed behind her, but Kyle yanked it open. “Where are you going, Newman?”

Hannah backed away from the door slowly, weighing her options. She didn’t know the house at all. She looked left.

Kyle kicked his shoes off and stalked her. “Don’t want to go in there.”

She looked right.

“That’d be an even worse decision.”

They were in the expansive ballroom where they’d danced the night before. Hannah could make a break for the kitchen, but then what? Kyle would almost certainly cut her off before she made it there to hide behind the massive island that dominated the room.

Kyle stopped and leaned against one of the big Greek style columns which framed the room. “Looks like you’re trapped.” He started to move slowly, circling the room, cutting off Hannah’s escape to the kitchen. “Kitchen’s not an option anymore. Unless you think you can get by me.”

“I have a couple times already.”

Kyle smile. God, she was adorable. He began to circle again. “Because I let you.” He was at the stairs now. “You could make a break for the washroom, but the handle’s broken. So you wouldn’t be safe.”

“You’re lying.”

He circled more. “I could be. But what if I’m not?”

Hannah looked toward the front door.

“Don’t want to go back out there, Newman. I made it rain, remember? I can make it rain more.”

“Then I’ll stay right where I am.”

Kyle approached slowly.

Hannah was mesmerized. Her heart was pounding. She should run.

“Last chance, Newman,” Kyle said when he was only a few feet from her.

So, this was what they called the thrill of the chase. Her whole body was revved up. Oh well, she’d just let him chase her until she caught him. Ha!

With a lilting giggle, Hannah broke to her left, the kitchen her only option. Kyle closed the gap with one big stride and pinched her rear.

Hannah jumped and yelped before changing her direction. She headed for the steps. The slick mud on the bottom of her boots caused a loss of traction and Kyle snatched her before she fell forward.

He spun her around and into his arms. “Look what I caught.”

Hannah pushed him away and ran for the stairs again. She stumbled on the first step, but gained her balance with the railing and dashed up the steps.

“I’m gonna get you,” Kyle said from behind her, making a grab for her ass.

He managed to get a handful, but Hannah scampered away. She was four steps from the landing when he appeared at her side and stuck his hand in front of her. She had nowhere to go. Kyle stepped close and backed her into the wall. He looked down at her, neither of them saying a word.

Hannah’s foot slipped nervously off the edge of the step and she regained her footing. The only sound in the house was Hannah’s breathing. She inhaled sharply, her heart beating a thousand miles a minute.

Kyle placed a hand on her arm. “We can’t have you wearing these wet clothes, can we?”

Hannah looked up at him. She gnawed on her bottom lip and shook her head ever so slightly.

“Boots,” Kyle said.

Hannah lifted her leg and he helped her out of them.

“Tights.”

Hannah shook her head like a petulant child.

Kyle pulled his sweater up over his head. “I’ll take them off of you if you don’t do it yourself.” The idea sent a charge of electricity to Hannah’s nipples. She shook her head no again.

Kyle reached both hands around her back. Hannah was glued to the wall, hands at her sides. He lifted her sweater up and pulled her tights down roughly, almost taking Hannah off her feet. He kissed her calf as she stepped out of her wet tights and kissed her bare thigh on the way up.

“Shirt,” Hannah muttered.

“Louder, Newman.”

She wanted to be forceful, but his presence had stolen her breath. “Shirt,” she muttered again.

“One more time?”

She was already on unsteady knees. “Take your shirt off.”

She wanted to rip it off of him herself, but much like her mouth, her arms didn’t seem to work. Kyle pulled his shirt up over his head.

It was soaked and clung to him as he went. Hannah stared at the ridges of his six-pack as he struggled. The desire to reach out and feel him tore at her. Her hand was halfway to feeling his rippling abs when Kyle finally freed himself from the wet shirt.

“Your turn.”

Hannah didn’t respond.

Kyle undid his belt and pulled it out of the loops. “Last chance.” He leaned into her ear and whispered, “Don’t make me take it off for you.”

Jet is a hero—Special Forces, an Equalizer, a motorcycle riding MMA fighter who is part pirate and all man. No one messes with Jet.

He is formidable—the tall, dark, and deadly type.

In One Man’s Treasure, he’s on a quest for gold. Jet travels to Mexico to fight a challenger before he sails the Sirena to bring up a fortune from the sunken Spanish galleon, San Miguel. As usual, Jet is in control, master of his destiny. Until…

Jet meets Sami.

Sami waits tables at a club in Veracruz. Jet can’t help but notice the slight, shy bartender. It angers him when customers give Sami a hard time.

Only problem—Jet assumes Sami is a boy.

Sami is actually Samantha. She’s come to Mexico to find healing and the truth about what happened to her best friend. When she has to leave town fast, she stows away on Jet’s boat.

Imagine his surprise when he finds Sami…and then discovers she’s a woman!

Beneath a silvery moon, Jet watches a mermaid play in the sea and discovers that

One Man’s Treasure can be more than diamonds and gold.

One Man’s Treasure is love.

**Excerpt**

Shaking a finger back and forth, Jet fussed, a smile coming to his lips that was part challenge and part invitation. “You’re trying to distract me.” Who was he kidding, her curves were wrecking his concentration. “Let me say this before I totally lose my mind and do naughty things specifically designed to make your heart pound and your throat sore from begging.”

“Say what?” She was ready for him to put her into an orgasm induced stupor.

Sampling her sweetness was his ultimate goal, but he needed to make this point. “You will not be returning to Veracruz.” He said the words slowly so she couldn’t possibly misunderstand.

Sami couldn’t stand it, she laughed. “Oh, I love you when you’re dominant.” She rose and went to him, climbing into his lap, straddling his legs. “Not that I’m going to listen to a word you say, but I do like to hear you say it.” She ground herself on him until his massive erection was notched into the tender vee between her legs.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, Sami but if you think this discussion is over, you’re wrong.” He framed her face with his hands and began kissing her hard, long and deep.

Sami was through arguing, she had other, more important things on her mind Rolling her butt, she scrubbed her pussy against him, dragging her sweet spot over his hardness again and again – till she was panting, her fingers clutching his hair.

“Damn, you’re hot, you’re so hot,” he whispered.

Hot? She was a firecracker and about to blast off. His cock was rubbing right against her core, her whole body was melting.

“I just want to eat you up,” Jet’s words whispered over her cheek. “You taste so damn good. So sweet.”

“You’re talking too much,” Sami murmured as she let her hands move over his neck and shoulders, feeling his heat, storing up memories and sensations for when she was alone again.

Jet couldn’t help himself, he laughed against her lips. “What would you rather I do?”

She felt his big hand move up her bare thigh to tease at the edge of her panties. Lifting her hips, she gave him room to work and soon he was rubbing the folds of her pussy. Reaching between them, she found his zipper and tugged. With his other hand, he helped, until she found exactly what she needed. “Less talk, more action,” she gasped as he guided himself into her.

“You want me.” He said the words with wonder, as if this was a new thing.

Spreading her legs, she held onto his shoulders and worked her pussy down on his cock, impaling herself inch by inch. Pure raw pleasure flooded her body. “Of course I want you, I’ve always wanted you.”

Jet growled, “Put your arms around my neck.” When she did, he cupped her ass and stood up, carrying her to the counter by the controls, sweeping charts and papers out of the way. Gently, he laid her back, they were still joined. Clasping Sami behind the knees, he indicated for her to wrap her legs around his waist. When she did, he joined his hands with hers and began to move – flexing his hips – thrusting and pumping. “Is this enough action for you?”

“God, no.” Never enough. “More.” Jet was powerful, and she wanted to feel that power. Pushing her hips against him, she tried to get closer, urging him to take her harder. “I’m close,” she confessed. Sami could feel the climax building, shimmering, a sweet heat radiating from deep within. Sami strained, locking her ankles behind his hips, watching his beloved face as he fucked her. “Harder, Jet. I want to feel your power. I want the real you. Don’t hold back.”

How had she known? He’d always held back. He didn’t want them to see, didn’t want them to know the real Jet. To let a person see the real you is to give them power over you and he never wanted to relinquish power – until now. “Hold on to me, tight,” he commanded as he began to pound into her, dragging his cock almost all the way out, then slamming it back in. God, he was in heaven. Jet felt her tighten around him, his dick getting squeezed from all sides, this woman was literally milking him dry.

Sami whimpered, she purred, she moaned for him – now she was the one who couldn’t be quiet. “Good, Jet, it’s so good.” Closer and closer it came, until she sparked and the bliss swamped her, huge waves crashed over and over again. “Jet!” She screamed, pulling him down on top of her, his weight crushing her deliciously.

Burying his face in her neck, Jet rubbed his body over her satin skin, his chest mating with the most perfect set of breasts he’d ever seen – not huge, just perfect. Sami quivered as she continued to pulse around him and he held on, giving her every last bit of pleasure she could stand. And even then he didn’t stop, keeping up the pace until he erupted inside of her giving her everything he had, his body lighting up like a flare illuminating the blackness of night.

Micah Wolfe is one cocky, sexy, son-of-a-gun. He wears many hats–former intelligence officer, Equalizer, rancher, and a secret career that’s about to become public knowledge–erotic writer Don Juan. To most he seems like an open book: flirtatious, audacious, and devil-may-care. But there’s a side of Micah that he keeps locked away. He’s been hurt, suffered loss, closed away parts of his heart so no one will have the power to hurt him again. But the winds of change are blowing…

Madison Fellows is at the end of her rope. For every step forward she gains, life knocks her back two. She can’t even stay in her own apartment because she doesn’t feel safe from her flighty mother’s abusive husband. But sometimes the storms in life push us to the perfect place at the perfect time–Cinderella meets the man of her dreams when she least expects him. Madison runs to a homeless shelter where Micah is volunteering. Seeing her struggle to protect what little she has, he loans her a simple item that will become an unlikely symbol of their love. A lock. An ordinary lock.

Micah has no shortage of beautiful women; he attracts them like flowers draw bees. But there’s something different about Madison–she’s real, she’s sweet and he fast becomes addicted to her taste. Join them on their journey of love fraught with adventure, intrigue and steamy to-die-for sex. The quintessential bachelor meets the woman he can’t forget–the woman who’ll hold The Key To Micah’s Heart.

**Excerpt**

Paris Rendezvous…

Madison couldn’t sleep. She slipped from the bed and went to sit on the window seat. Seeing the sunrise over the Seine was a miracle she didn’t want to miss.

“Fellows.”

Madison jerked her head to the bed, expecting to meet Micah’s eyes. Odd. They were closed. She shrugged, maybe she’d imagined the barely audible mumble. She didn’t look away, however, he was worth checking out–asleep or awake.

“Madison.”

Her breath hitched, this she had not imagined. He’d just full-on moaned her name and if she wasn’t mistaken, his legs were moving under the sheet–as if writhing…in need.

“Oh fuck, Madison, yeah.”

Madison rose slowly, mesmerized by how his hips were bucking. The sheet had fallen away and his cock was visible. It wasn’t flaccid, but it wasn’t hard yet. But God above, it was beautiful. She came closer. The man was a work of art. Everything about him was perfectly proportioned and his cock was no exception. As she stared at it, it grew. She knelt next to him on the floor, fascinated by how it pulsed with life. Her blood pressure rose as she considered taking advantage of his situation.

Rubbing it.

Sucking it.

Licking.

Tasting.

“Damn, baby,” she whispered. He was fully engaged now, his staff hard and jerking of its own accord. “Fellows, I need.”

His need was merely a reflection of hers. His breathing was as shallow and fast–just like hers. And that beautiful erection beckoned beyond her power to resist. Crawling on the bed as slowly and quietly as possible, knelt next to him. Bending over, she began to plant butterfly kisses up and down his cock. Beneath her lips, the velvet skin tightened even more.

Wet.

Warm.

Oh, Christ!

Micah’s entire body clenched. He stretched his legs, curling his toes, his thighs hard and knotted. “Ahhhh!” Paradise. Clawing the bed, he clutched the sheet in his hand, then realized he was awake.

He wasn’t dreaming.

“Madison,” he moaned. “Damn, baby.” She was killing him. Her mouth felt so good loving him, her tongue soothed and tortured with an incredible drawing sensation as she sucked his cock with absolute concentration. “Fuck!” he cried.

He’d never had a woman go down on him like this before. She lavished him with attention. Worshipping him. Barely able to raise his head, he tried to focus on the vision before him. Any man can attest–there is nothing sexier on God’s green earth than a woman kneeling at your feet with your cock in her mouth.

“God, yes!” he bellowed as she pleasured him, bringing him to a mind-blowing climax. His back bowed as he filled her throat full of his cum. And she swallowed…holding him in her mouth while his body shuddered in perfect ecstasy.

Wasted.

He was sapped.

He could barely breathe.

“Good morning,” she whispered, crawling up his body to touch her lips to his. “I hope you didn’t mind. I couldn’t resist you.”

“Foolish, foolish woman,” he breathed, pulling her close.

When he recovered, Micah was determined to make her day as beautiful as possible. “Where to, love?”

“The Eiffel Tower, of course!”

Driving there was an adventure in itself, but Micah managed, weaving his way through the narrow one way streets as Madison tried to give him directions.

“It’s a good thing I have a natural, pioneering spirit,” he told her. “You may be riding shot-gun, but your scouting abilities need some work. Our wagon train would be lost in the wilderness forever with your directions.”

“Nope. It’s right in front of us. How could you miss it?” She pointed to the bronze colored tower.

“Seeing it and getting to it are two different things,” he grumbled, but soon they were parked and standing near the front of the line. “It’s one of the tallest structures in France at one thousand and sixty-three feet high. And we should be visitor number seven million and one.”

She laughed at his weird sense of humor. “Can we climb to the top?”

“We could, but there’s almost seventeen hundred steps. We should take the lift.”

“No, we have to climb. We have to be able to say we climbed the Eiffel Tower.”

Micah tried to make his case. “I’d rather conserve my energy to have sex with you. Almost everyone uses the lift.” He held up the brochure. “It says that if all of the trips were combined, the distance the lift would travel would be two and a half times the circumference of the Earth.”

“You’re such a writer, always doing research.”

“That’s right. Did you know a man sold the Eiffel Tower to some fool for scrap metal! Twice! And during cold weather the tower shrinks about six inches.”

“How much do you shrink?”

“What?” He was pulling her to the lift.

“How much do you shrink in cold weather?”

“Fellows!” He barked out a laugh. “Summer isn’t here yet. Wait till you see me at my best.”

“Oh, Lord, I can barely take you now.”

They did as he wanted, riding the lift and soon they were on the second tier, gazing down at Paris from the most iconic symbol of all. With the wind whipping through their hair, they pointed out landmarks, including the Arc De Triomphe and Champs Elysees.

“Having a good time?” he asked her, knowing the answer.

She was radiant. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Oh, yes.” She launched herself into his arms. “Thank you. I love this and I love…” She gulped, and finished lamely. “Paris.”

Micah didn’t seem to notice. “Come here.” He led her to a spiral staircase that had a rope stretched across it. Stepping over it, he picked her up and swung her over to his side.

“What are we doing?”

“What I have to do.” Finding a very rare, lonely corner, he pushed her to the wall, nuzzling her neck, nipping at it with gentle teeth. She could feel his erection hard against her thigh. “Hold your skirt up.” She did–and he pushed his hand down into her panties, dipping a finger into her tight channel.

Pulling the hard button into his mouth, he pushed two fingers deep into her tunnel. It was warm and creamy just for him. He could feel her walls grow wetter, raining passion all over his skin.

“Micah!” she screamed. Loud. They could get caught, but right now he didn’t give a flying fuck. He was pleasuring his woman, getting his fix and that was all that mattered.

“More!” he demanded, not letting up even when she went limp. “Again!”

Even as she tried to come down from one high, he pushed for more. “No, no, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. You will.”

She tried to move and he gave her sweet ass a pinch, increasing the pressure of his tongue and lavishly lapping up the cream of her orgasm. Instead of two fingers fucking her, he used three and varied his sensual assault by alternating nibbles to her clit and labia with the suction of his mouth.

“Paybacks are…heaven.” she whispered.

Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream

Rarely will you find Ryan O'Leary in a state of rest; if he's not on the ice or kicking around a soccer ball, he's plotting his next story or out on the town with friends. His fun and flirty nature makes it possible for him to write the kind of romance that makes the reader both smile and tingle.